Dreams
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.
But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.
-D.H. Lawrence
I have a lot of weird dreams. They are driven by the temperature of my sleep, the deepness of my sleep, the activity out of my window, the traffic, the silence. I don't really ever have nightmares, though some dreams have left me ill at ease. Usually, they are just bizarre, and I have often popped up in bed to grab my journal and get it all down on paper before it floats out of my head as quickly as it arrived, and I am left with the hollow feeling that something important had just happened, and I can't remember what it was.
Everyone knows that dreams usually don't make sense in your head. You float around with friends you haven't seen in years in places you have never been, wearing things you wouldn't wear and doing things you wouldn't do. Nothing makes sense.
It is even worse when you write it down...though it can also seem poetic.
4-28
I dreamt that we were in a locker room, I think.
There was tile everywhere. So I am pretty sure it was a locker room.
I was with my mother and someone else, a friend.
We were about to leave and I got a searing pain in my lower stomach.
Then I started bleeding like I had my period, but it wasn't that.
My mom was freaking out and she made me sit in a tub while she called the hospital.
I kept bleeding and bleeding while my mom sat there with me.
I got blood on the tub and I apologized to her for it.
When you write down a dream, and you return later to read it, it is like reliving a memory. It is vivid and brings back familiar feelings. As if it had really happened...
No Date
I dreamt that I was at a coffee house in the airport, sitting across from Rob M. I was sipping coffee out of a white mug as he leaned over to kiss me, kissing the ceramic mug instead. I put the mug down, sort of laughing at the blunder, and we kissed each other.
Then we were at Big Moose and the waterfront was flooded.
We waded down into the lawn, the water reaching up over our waists.
We swim in the shallow but not, twisting and turning under the water, I am wearing all my clothing, and my hair is twisting and flowing through the water, covering my face.
I am swimming alone.
